Topic: 2007/2009 Bandit Run CRAZY???

2007
I left Year One one evening during the Bandit Run and headed south on I-85,only to sit in bumper to bumper traffic due to a accident. I was in the slow lane and there was a semi truck next to me. All of the sudden the diesel engine died and it got REAL quiet. The trucker stuck his head out of the truck's passenger window and talked with me for 10 minutes about Trans Ams, the Bandit Run, the movie, etc. CRAZY!!

2009

The power line to my CB radio came apart while we were leaving one morning. I was mad because I would miss all the CB chatter that day on the road. After a while, I couldn't stand it and put the hammer down to get ahead of everybody so I could stop, buy the parts, fix it and then catch back up.

Luckily I found the parts, fixed it and jumped back on the interstate. I was booking to catch up with everybody. I kept calling on the CB and no one answered. I even asked the other lane on the CB "How far ahead was the group of Trans Ams?" no answer. . . I went even faster, still nothing. I finally called Dave on the cell phone to ask, " where are you????"

You guessed it, the group was behind me. Like, 10 miles behind me. The runners had pulled off for gas right after I stopped. I felt so stupid.
CRAZY????

I ran solo last year to meet up in Memphis. About an hour and a half into the trip on I-55 North, I met up with a Bubble Gum Machine coming South. I saw his nose dip and then preceded to U turn in the median. I check my speed and yep, I was guilty. While choosing between going 10-100 and 10-200 the cop passed me, got into the middle of the interstate with his lights flashing and escorted me to the next exit a couple miles ahead. He was chattering on the cb but mine wasn't picking up clear enough to understand. I have to believe he knew where I was going and just wanted to be part of the Bandit Run, even if it meant leading and not chasing. Ended up being a very cool experience.

Originally posted by solargold I ran solo last year to meet up in Memphis. About an hour and a half into the trip on I-55 North, I met up with a Bubble Gum Machine coming South. I saw his nose dip and then preceded to U turn in the median. I check my speed and yep, I was guilty. While choosing between going 10-100 and 10-200 the cop passed me, got into the middle of the interstate with his lights flashing and escorted me to the next exit a couple miles ahead. He was chattering on the cb but mine wasn't picking up clear enough to understand. I have to believe he knew where I was going and just wanted to be part of the Bandit Run, even if it meant leading and not chasing. Ended up being a very cool experience.

Man that is cool

Made me think of when i got pulled over in Arkansas for running strobes and all 80 or so Trans Ams pullng over when i got pulled over..
Then the grief the officer got from his comrads at the next stop..from what they told me anyhow.

At our very first fuel stop on our way to Branson last year, I fueled the car, got in, hit the key...........and POOF smoke from under the dash was the only response I got from the car. Well we looked at each other and said "this ain't good". I pushed the car off to the side. Started to look around under the dash, didn't see anything. So I tried starting it again, and wamo it started right up. We looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and hit the road again. The car started fine every time after that. Untill we were second in line with all the other BR's to go to dinner in Branson. I hit the key and nothing, not even any smoke this time. Rolled the car down off the hill. Started looking around AGAIN, but this time I found the culprit! I had jumped out the "push in the clutch to start the car switch". The jumper had fallen and was laying on the pedal assembly metal, shorting out from time to time. I taped it up, and all was well the rest of the trip.